the next morning, fang and i broke up. now let me get this strait, i broke up with him. a split second after he broke up with me.

To be without love is to be without grace, what matters most in life. We is so much better than I.

Never underestimate the power of funny, it moves mountains.

I shot him the bird. (Get it? I shot him the—never mind.)

There was something I needed to say. “Sorry. About before.” Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didn’t expect any more acknowledgment than that. Fang never- “You almost gave me a heart attack,” he said quietly. “When I saw you, and all that blood . . .” He threw a small rock as hard as he could down the beach. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t do it again,” he said. I swallowed hard. “I won’t.” Something changed right then, but I didn’t know what.

Fang: "Have you guys been playing in the toxic waste again? Been bitten by a radioactive spider? Struck by lightning? Drink a super-soldier serum?"

Pick a tree. I'll carve our initials into it." -Fang